Staying Away
I’m sorry it had to end this way,
I’m sure you wanted it to go on
Yet, we still grow and are forced to say
“good bye” it’s the worst part of this our song.

A Ballad To The Soldier
There is a flag on the door, and joy left on the floor,
A woman sobs all day long crying to the tune of an old song
A voice cries “Where is he, Where is he? ”

Echoes
Alone in my room I hear whispers of my own fears,
These echoes of my past that bring me to tears.
A knife, I hold in my hand can make these leave me,
Is it so much to ask to just forget I know the sharp edge.